Caturday: Random Acts of Catness

Your kitties ain’t sweet like mine
They eat the venison all of the time
And when I’m feeling lonesome and blue
My kitties know just what to do

They even walk on the telly
They even let me scratch their belly
We’d never put our kitties outdoors
Even when they shed all over our clothes
Don’t want to brag, just want to put you in line
Your kitties ain’t sweet like mine, no no
Your kitties ain’t sweet like mine

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Daniel Schealler: I grew up in a house with floors like that. It was built in the early fifties, just red oak and varnish. We see so much bamboo, veneer and synthetic crap these days we forget what real wood looks like.

I love, love, love that 2nd picture! There is something overwhelmingly beautiful about cats in profile. The lines of their bodies are just exquisite, and so regal. Profile pictures of cats are always my favorites. 🙂 Moar! Moar!